The long line of losers move slowly across the dusty road carrying over their shoulders the sorrow of a thousand years What is our unforgivable sin? They ask to their god their empty hands and bitter hearts up to the sky like dead beings they still sail and the sea is their blood and the sand is their flesh forgotten
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I don't believe in anything so don't talk me about hope The paradox of life is this: can't stop and can't go on I don't want to go on living poison poison me
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The harbour whistles are calling me My long journey starts here I can hear the waves And the engine of the sea; I must become a part of this
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And this is another story... Trapped among a million words and lies bound by laws written by people dead many years ago Trapped among a million words and lies she lives her deaf existence in dreams I can't understand this stupid load of crap This is the only thing I can promise to you Save me from heaven (save me from heaven) She waits in silence keeping the uncountable shelfs of soul boxes and tear bottles What can we do now? Just wait with her and get redemption through suffering This is one way of making you shiver and this is another Riot (save me from heaven) Save me from heaven (save me from heaven) Save me from heaven (save me from heaven) And this... this is probably not what you hoped
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I am earth I am part of the ground Life spawns over me The earth resurrects because I'm dead Who can ever imagine being dead is like this Back to earth But I'm not alone
How can you explain this anxiety inside your veins and warm this unbearable snatch of fury a life is betrayed between your hands dripping and tearing you feel the abyss attraction you feel the abyss attraction how can you get better when you feel pleasure inflicting pain and no one is there to make you see you are wrong loose your body in rooms of misery all your senses are useless you feel the abyss attraction you feel the abyss attraction
Hounds breathing near your tracks Your heart pumping in your chest Crossing the fields like a raging bull As the night falls across the land He was the hunter now is the prey Carrying a gun, and a bag of heads
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Inner sea under the burning sun calling me the guilty of a crime a million miles so long lost in the desert sand undercover of this sinner light my hidden name is more than you will never know of me - that's the crime
your ghost is back at home he's behind you hear his little footsteps don't look back never look back it was so many years ago you driving drunk over the child it's hard to be a normal man when someone whispers in the dark little boy with bloody face trapped inside the car engine don't look back never look back motor
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how many times I felt like this how many times wasting the fire within i watch you from the distance remembering i had you, here between my arms you leaved me when you knew i wasn't what you hoped it's not nice to realize of being socially challenged i know I'm not funny not like the men you go out with but remember I was there when you had nothing nothing but a cold empty heart and how we spent so many nights dancing never let me down again and a lover spurned you little stupid bitch i hear you laughing and it's like laughing about me again but you can feel lucky if i just obey the voices i hear telling me to kill you i'm here feeling the fire within again by the river we shared everything remains the same your stupid smile of bitch echoes forever but now it's only the bridge, the river and me i'll jump into oblivion good night
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Weakness Future is hopeless Mistakes will teach us nothing cos' there's nothing to fight for You've got to pay the price I'm lost in a sea of vice What's the game we're playing Golden promises Smoke in your eyes And dreams of dark and blue Disappointed on and on Misunderstanding The party's over I ran through the woods Beyond the clearing Alone with the night And I sat on the floor Where are we going Sinking, you and me Words have nonsense At the still point of destruction Deliverance is hopeless Disappearing is the sentence Independence
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The man who slaughtered baby jane is sitting there in front of you fear him he's a horror movie nightmare Doctors said he's insane cos he had a hard childhood he was ravished when a boy but who cares The man who slaughtered baby jane severed her in little pieces cut the flesh with some canadian chainsaw Packed her in cardboard boxes and sent them to family and friends no one knows where went some of these boxes The man who slaughtered baby jane died tonight by justice's hands someone said he slaughtered her alive
Whispering walls Whispering walls Don't buy a house with Whispering walls Whispering walls Never again
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Lyrics by Robert Smith / The Cure
Take some time to realize take some time to be aware take some time to feel the pain take some time to
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Lyrics by Martin Gore / Depeche Mode
worthwhile dilemmas as the beat goes on a line has two sides overtly resist give way to your worst impulse emphasize the flaws disciplined self-indulgence allow an easement very quietly don't stress one thing more into the impossible look at the order abandonment of stricture the words need changing hidden intention what is the reality simple substraction words from the machine
I live inside a box Well, it's not much of a box but I live inside it anyway They put me here one day during the war saying my body was too damaged to go on by its own So someone thought it will be a good idea to test one of those life keeping devices New technology for old problems And took my mind and dropped my flesh; my name is Sandra and I'm made up of wires They talk to me from a network, from time to time Yes, I'm connected to a network; hundred of men a day are having sex with me using some new technology apparatus It hurts I'm something like a circus freak I don't have a body, but some machine recreates one to every horny bastard with a credit card that wants to fuck me I dream of pulling the plugs but I've no hand to do it If you read this message please spread it